BUTTERFLIES IN THE TOMMY..- oppa richie..The clarion call of Mother Nature was so extinct that even this prosaic yet poetic 'alphabet citizens' cannot unfold...To find is one thing, to nurture is another. Love was so faked in reality. The skirt to be seen as property will live to boast of such endearment. Is it not thunderstanding?..Some are beautiful, some are handsome, some are just unique. The petals from the stem, the flowers they glorify. This flower, to whom does she belong?.Some are caring and benevolent. Some are worthy of being loved. Some deserves a kidney as gift or even a lung...To we, the feelingless, we are just to watch the turtle doves. We have seen many but none. I have a girl my heart size. A lady to be precised. We could be like forever.But we cannot. We are from different nations. I am from an area in Nigeria, and she is from ImagiNATION.